Hi, how are you? Hope well. Introductions are in order. Explanations are needed. You'll get these things and more...let's begin at the beginning, which I hear is a very good place to start. NOW!!!
Dear Whoever You Are, (nobody, message in a bottle. screaming in the wilderness.)
It's 8:26Pm and I've got an idea. Not a good idea, or even an original thought. Here it is...
Look, listen:
I've decided today to begin publishing my COVID diaries, beginning March 17th and coming through to the present tense.
for now though, this Diary is LIVE & we will be staying in the present tense, at least for today, with a quick rewind to last night at Midnite in the Garden of Good & Evil when I began this present tense diary, journal, spiral bound $1.50 notebook & I'm thinking NOW, as I write this, that this diary for one week will be a LIVE narrative therapy session (do you know what narrative therapy even is?) and you get to sit in with ME, see my treatment, my thoughts, ETC.
The Dr. will see you now!!!
The present tense version of this diary will be kept daily for one week, LIVE as the thoughts flow and rip through my mind. A LIVE DIGIdiary and I will be scribbling late into the night.
will you read-a-long with me? should I set a few rules? like no all-nite writing sessions. tonight's an exception (still early & I'm already getting sleepy. kush up in it, dig?), go late tonight, tonight we find the root of your illness and malaise, a quick diagnosis, slap a label on you and we're set. this is written record of the single strand thoughts threads that tangle up my mind on late nights & I'm going to let you hear ME thinking on the pulp page. see ME!
Jesus, what an info dump. This is boring as a cold shit in the early morning. Let's get in & out.
(8:44Pm. Tupac on the red radio. Keep Ya Head Up.) quick summary of today's first post. this is test version of what's to come later on tonight...
1. this will be a daily LIVE diary, a DIGIdiary, sometimes handwritten.
2. One week of daily, all day writing. No longer, unless you're just having too much fun.
3. poetry counts. float with me down a muddy stream-of-consciousness. we all float on.
END of rules.
END of post.
I'm mildly manic & kushed. guzzling caffeinated water. getting crunked on caffeine. going to scribble manically in this spiral-bound Lenovo notebook. Nate Dogg & Warren G. regulating for the 213. I'm getting carried away.
NO need for anymore. DONE!!!
turn the page, there'll be more tonight. first thought, best thought, Jack Kerouac & Allen Ginsberg spontaneous prose bullshit, that's what this will be. warning. ACHTUNG!!!
END, for real. Keep their motherfuckin' heads ringin'. (8:53Pm) BITCH.
